book, which had got a splendid start in the holiday sales. He had some plans to feature it in various conspicuous ways, so that it might advertise the play.
Arrived in Grand Central Station, she wired Jarvis, “Sorry was horrid about Strong,” just to make her self-esteem less flat. Then she went to Strong’s office. He greeted her in his cordial way, only his eyes admitting his joy at sight of her.
“It is good to see you,” he said.
“You won’t like me. I’m utterly detestable to-day. I was nasty to Jarvis, and cross with Ardelia.”
“I can’t imagine you either nasty or cross.”
“Me? Oh, I scratch and spit and bite!”
“You are the most human person I ever encountered,” he laughed.
“Be nice to me, and I may cheer up.”
“I shall try. I have news about the sale of the book that ought to cheer a tombstone. I think we have a best-seller on our hands.”
“I’m not a bit ashamed of it.”
“Why should you be?”
“Aren’t you a literary pariah, if you’re a best-seller?”
He laughed.
